king the courtyard look-honestly?-like a scene straight out of a fairy tale, if fairy tales had barbecue smoke and a bunch of sweaty werewolves. They were celebrating the warriors coming

her actual friends-wasn't r

oing that annoying fluttering thing. Not because she was excited. Not really. Her heart was a mess anyway, always had been-a busted, traitorous piece of garbage that made every day

lly her ride-or-die, the only one who didn't treat her like she was about to fall over dead at

sting off Eva's dress in a way that was more for show t

t, you know. Maybe the Moon Godde

deser

ike he was some kind of werewolf superhero. Whispers went around that he could kill a rogue just by looking at him funny. The guy had that vibe, sure-dark, intense, the kind of dude

epping out of the shadows with his warriors behind him, looking like he owned the moon itself. His eyes were sharp

he sa

wing, jaw clenched-and for a second, she couldn't breathe. It felt like the whole world pressed in on her,

a

ashed through her l

ard her. The crowd parted like he was Moses and they were

erything, all the pain, the whispers, the feeling like a wa

g up at him. He was a solid wal

said it. "I

ath out of her. He

MoonClaw, reject you, Evan

ike, actual audible

rely made it past h

need a Luna strong enough to s

e her heart needed

onde from Red Dawn Pack, the one who looked like she belonged on a perfume ad-wrapped herself

y mate," h

owd we

it pretty much ex

ling her name, and then her leg

ss all ripped up, Eva just kept going until her lungs felt like they were going to explo

ts of some ancient tree, moonlig

, staring at the sky. "Re

Inside her, someth

everythi

popcorn. Heat blazed under her skin, veins on fire, the world swimming in and out of focus. That wolf insi

gray, or black. Nope. She came out drenched in red-like, blood-red. The kind of red

f. The one from t

es smeared into green streaks, her wolf letting loose a howl that said, Don't even th

ust silence, su

tilting like she'd just gotten off a merry-go-round from hell. Legs gave

art? Just.

s thigh, eyes sharp. The rogues were just over the ridge, apparently plott

the go-ahead-then f

, strong and sweet, p

Dirt. Smoke.

arly broke

shadow, following that scent-heart pounding, feet silent. He found her. This

s in the dirt, hand shaking

skin touched, her

hey burned orange-go

hat, the world

s tangled together, perfect